Backpacking Zebra

A one-time backpacking zebra with a rah rah rah Went down the mountain sliding down a long seesaw We yelled hey wait! Don’t you usually walk. He gave us a rude hand gesture; and a little squawk. I did not know that backpackers rode down sleds I yelled. He mooned me good, which I thought was even ruder still. I was glad when he ran into a picnic table at the bottom of the hill. Which was not kind, but it was the way I felt said my brother Bill.